When I lived in the center, there was a grandmother with a binoculars. She was often sitting and stumbling at the opposite window. I don't know what moved me, but I glued out of paper a binoculars the size of the board, painted it in black and in the evening I sat by the window, turned on the light and began to look into the grandmother's window. When our eyes met, I smoothed her hand. She did not appear like anymore.